Daddy on Death

The other day, my dad and I watched a movie at home and when it was over, we spoke about the depth the movie possessed. As he continued to talk, I thought of my late maternal grandmother. He continued on with his understanding of the movie and how relatable the sentiments evoked are. He spoke of his father who passed away several years ago and I listened, counting how little he has spent expressing his feelings towards his father. Eventually I couldn't fight back tears for the absence of my grandma. I came to feel like:
Strength is far from me as my body bends and folds to the floor,
withdrawn from my usual cheerful,
limbs and organs missing,
a piece of me I can dream and hear but not see...
RIP Grandma

Man and Wife

I keep hearing that in a marriage reception, after the vows are recited, the man stays a "man" but the woman becomes a "wife". There's small controversy about recent adjustments changing both parties to "husband" and "wife," respectively. Although this is improvement, it doesn't seem to be a world-wide change we can look forward to. As a female, this holds some importance to me as far as how I'm regarded and slight injustices which may follow. Just something that was on my mind....

Alpha Males

On the topic of Alpha males, these thoughts came to me after a homework assignment which was to read a man's essay. His passage was passionate about the expectations he felt were demanded of him specifically based on his gender. While reading his work, he seemed to be very extreme in the situations described.

Men today have consequences when faced with confrontations and choose to walk away. In situations where both men have an understanding of the offense (and possibly the code of the scene), both men can walk away without losing respect. When there is no connection or understanding, the result is unpredictable.

Creative Writing

I've recently realized that I'm surrounded by artists, geniuses in the making, and others of that sort. This seems to be a blessing to me because I hope my own talents can benefit and affect them in return.
This excites me in the sense that I could possibly be enriched any way at all creatively.

I've always had a passion for writing my own poetry and reading few select other poems. It feels like my mind is a playground for me to run around and make my emotions parallel to metaphors which/that shouldn't go together. I can pull and paste words together to create something signaturely mine and physically demand the readers to watch me and see it and maybe reach out to touch what isn't there.

Recently I've found that I enjoy writing in general. The trouble for me is organizing my thoughts, elongating pieces I've written, and doing the research to back up whatever statements I make. I actually have a recreational blog aside from the one created for English class. I've had Creative Thinking classes before which pained me, to put it lightly. After reading about one or two poets who have taken Creative Writing courses, I'm highly interested in following suit to expand my own hobby. Pursuit of this class will hopefully develop my past-time into a blossoming talent.